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The woman smiles. “Do you take your clothes off or are you on the other side?”
My eyes widen. I can’t believe a woman I just met is asking me if I’m a stripper. Are you serious? “I’m on the other side.”
She giggles. “I take my clothes off. You should try it. You look like you could be good at it.”
“Uh, thanks?” What is she trying to say here? Is she trying to say I’m cute enough to be a stripper? I don’t get it.
“Looks like Hawk has his eye on you,” she chirps.
I can’t believe she said that. Who is this woman?
“I’m sorry, but what is your name?” I blurt out.
“I’m Gina. And you are?”
Standing in the middle of the sidewalk, two women are trying to gauge the other to see if there is going to be competition.
The way she keeps looking me up and down, I don’t think she’s going to be my competition.
“I’m Maci. I just moved in.”
She smiles. “Yeah, you have the teenager, huh?”
I roll my eyes. “Yep. That pretty girl is my daughter.”
With one more smile, she waves at me and starts walking back into the building. I guess the pleasantries are over with.
I follow behind her. Right before we both get to our apartment doors she turns to look at me one last time. “Hawk is one of my best friends. Don’t go fucking around him. I don’t know you, but I want to make that clear.”
